Around this time last year, I was at one of my lowest points. My first ever college semester was almost over and I was overwhelmed with all the work I had to complete and finals were looming over my head like a black rain cloud. The only times I left my dorm room were to go to class and go get food to take back to my room. All I wanted was to be back at home with my family, and it wasn't just because I was run down from all of the end of the semester work.

I felt like I was all alone. I was living in a double room all by myself because my roommate decided she wanted to live with our mutual friend more than me, and suddenly I really had no one on campus. If I wanted to eat in the dining hall I had to do it alone, which I was too anxious to do, so I ended up eating way too much greasy food and candy alone in my room to make up for it. I would walk around campus and see people in groups laughing and talking and I would keep my head down to avoid seeing it. When I had to return to campus after Thanksgiving break I sobbed and begged my mom not to make me go back. I would have given anything to become a commuter. I felt so alone something I had loved turned into something I hated.

I came back to school in January with new hope for the semester. I was going to be going to London at the end of the semester and that was all the motivation I needed to get through it.

I started working on campus in-between and after class and I rarely had a moment to myself. We had only been in school a month before spring break started, and by that time my anxiety was through the roof and I was experiencing anxiety attacks for the first time in my life. It was scary. I was losing control and I didn't know what to do about it.

However, as the semester progressed I noticed things starting to change for the better. I was making friends in my classes, the class I was going to London with was becoming closer and I had reconnected with the girl my roommate decided to move in with. One day I woke up and the anxiety attacks I had been having pretty much every day went way.

I suddenly had dinner plans every night and someone to go to the library with. I knew where I wanted to room the next year and I had someone who wanted to live next to me. I went from feeling alone in the world to having someone on my side.

This semester has probably been the best semester of my college career. I'm living alone, in a room meant for one person, and I have a friend living right next door. I know who I'm going to eat every meal with and who I'm going to do my laundry with on the weekends. I've gotten involved in clubs on campus and I'm no longer spending my free time sitting alone in my room feeling sad.

The point of this whole article is one thing: it gets better. As cheesy and overused as that phrase is, it's true. No matter how bad things get, even if you hit rock bottom things will always get better whether you realize it or not.

So hang in there, keep your head held high and persevere. You'll be able to beat whatever it is holding you down.